Wednesday, July 6, 2011

thin guts muggies

1. Before, they struck like the heavy laden paws of a massive purple cat





2. Then, the crack opened up and swallowed us whole-like; deities and dismissives gone through the roof-- you could see 'em there, grinning thru the grey knit sweater sky




3. All over nightly, all left little with less than's to stay or say sated. The hole was unimaginable, and keys couldn't unlock, but the tsar still kept his darkness all windswept and eagle-eared in a manner you could try, perhaps like an appetizer


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